The D Spot

writing for the sake of writing embellishing life with curli-cue words.
Standing alone at the edge of a cliff and
wondering yet if anyone’s heard.
The music the melody the song in my head
I ask you for comfort you say you’re going to bed
and I watch you lay peacefully while I stumble through life now
balancing all on the edge of the knife now
and wobbly and shaky emotionally fragile I watch you sleep softly
while I cry in the dark.
Mourning the loss of the spark..
These never-seen pages of angst and of lust
of poorly made poetry and
stories, they must
stay hidden in pages of internet forest
where you’ll never see them, but then of course
no one will read this these dreams and ambitions
the lonely-heart rambles of a housewife who’s smitten
with daydreams and wishes that can’t truly come true
because after all, I’m committed to you.